THE WITCHS DAUGHTERS

Have no truck with the

daughters of Lilith. Pay no mind to the

redheaded creatures. Man, be warned by their

sharp, white teeth; Consider their skulls, and their

other queer features.

Theyre not of our tribe, with their

flame-colored hair; Theyre no sib to us, with their

pale, white skins; Theres no soul behind those

wild green eyes Man, when you meet one-walk widdershins!

When they die, they pop,

like burst soap bubble (Eight hundred years

is their usual span). Loving such beings

leads only to trouble. By Heaven, be warned,

you rash young man!

August 1946